Page 22 of Deceitful Dreams

“Don’t you have work or something?” I ask, more curious than annoyed that he’s here randomly.

He shrugs. “Not really. My father helped me invest my money young, so I don’t have to work much to sustain it.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “I didn’t know you were rich. Makes sense though, my mom has always had a type.”

Wyatt rolls his eyes, leaning over to play with my strings. “I brought you some lunch if you’re hungry.”

I purse my lips. “You’re always feeding me. If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re trying to fatten me up.”

Standing up, he offers me his hand to pull me up and I take it. His thumb brushes across my nipple and I shudder as it hardens to an almost painful point. He reaches behind me, ties my string, and as I stand there letting him, my gaze roams over his face. I want to kiss the pale pink lips before me.

“I like taking care of you, and that includes feeding you,” he says before smirking and sliding his hand down to squeeze my ass.

“Where have you been?” I ask, leaning into him. He taps my ass one more time and then lets go, entangling our fingers.

“Let’s eat and I’ll tell you,” he says and leads me inside, where there’s a whole buffet of Chinese food in cartons on the counter.

I moan, my mouth watering. “Oh my god. It smells so good.”

He pushes me toward a stool with a chuckle. “Sit, I’ll make you a plate.”

Sliding onto the stool where he directed, my stomach grumbles as I watch him scoop handfuls of food for me. A secret part of me likes him taking care of me, if I want to be honest. It’s just a hard adjustment after a lifetime of taking care of myself.

He sets the plate in front of me and then moves to make himself one before settling next to me. I don’t wait for him as I pick up my fork and shovel some fried rice and orange chicken into my mouth. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.

“So, my lawyer thinks he finally found enough reason to get the annulment.”

I chew slowly and then swallow, turning to look at him. “Is that where you’ve been the past few days?”

He nods. “Yeah, I was going over it with them. And… preparing for the aftermath.”

Frowning, I set my fork down. “Aftermath?”

Wyatt cracks his knuckles and then shrugs. “I assumed you would want to leave with me, out of this house.”

A warmth spreads in my chest. “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

He smiles. “Yeah, baby. I am.”

I go to hug him when my stomach turns and bile immediately rises in my throat. Clapping my hand over my mouth, I run to the sink and vomit the tiny bit of food I had eaten.

He comes up behind me, gathering my hair from where I’m bent over the edge. “You okay?”

“I think the food is bad,” I say with a groan. I hate puking, like absolutely despise it.

He clicks his tongue. “I’ll throw it out and get you something else then.”

My stomach turns at the idea of eating again. “I think I’m going to go lie down instead.”

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It’s only an hour later when I feel irrational panic that this nausea could be something else. I do the math in my head. The one thing I can count on in life is my period every twenty-eight days like clockwork. It’s been thirty since my last one, meaning I’m two days late. I immediately order an entire bag of snacks and other things from the convenience store on the corner to be delivered. Thankfully, they bury what I need most at the bottom, so Wyatt isn’t suspicious when he brings it up to my room.

Staring at the box, I try to work up the courage to take it. The possibility of being pregnant with Wyatt’s child is high, considering we’ve never used condoms and I’m not on birth control.

It didn’t occur to me that he could knock me up in the moment because I haven’t had to worry about that in years, and I was more consumed with fucking him than being rational.

Tearing the package open, I stare at the stick, and nerves churn in my stomach. I’m not sure what result I want. It would be easier for it to be negative, nothing would have to change immediately. But if it’s positive, Wyatt would have to make some choices, and fast. I want him to choose me.

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